Ouroboros Spine Her poetry, dancing upon the shore

The rain had subsided and left the ground glistening with wet. Overhead, the clouds were still looming in great grey shapes. Moonglow was cast in a misty haze of stormlight and the fresh smell of rainwashed earth.

Samani enjoyed the smell after the rain. She had found it cleansing even from inside the rendezvous den. The fair figure had watched the rain for some time before it had stopped. When she believed that there would be no more for the evening, Samani ventured out onto the damp earth and sniffed at the fresh wash upon the stone.